The man was upset with the outcome of the day. All that work, and he still felt like nothing got done. The boss had sent him three more things – clients to contact and resolve issues with – that he hadn’t even touched.
oh me oh my
want a peice of mine
i admire your effort
u got big dreams and high hopes
want me to give u the time
u wanna make some time
left u hoping
nothing wrong with dreaming
takes a lot to be me
u dont wana waste ur time
but u dont mind
i admire ur effort
She was upset. He hated when she was upset. His entire being depended on her happiness, and when she was sad or angry or upset, as she was now, something in him changed.
She sighed. “Not again.”
“What’s got you down?” he asked.
Same as always, she thought, but told him nothing — nothing had her down.
Maybe it was stress. Who knows. She was just upset for no reason and it made no sense and she hated it. Too much was going on, too many things to focus on, and all of them frustrating and impossible to deal with. It’s not like he would understand, anyways. Between fake friends and drama in a group of people she was supposed to be able to trust with her life, rendering her alone and miserable, and the stresses of school and everyday existence, there wasn’t a whole lot for him to *get.*
I don’t know how to describe what it means to be upset. It’s not angry, but it also isn’t sad. It’s like you lost something. Something You wish you could gain back. Knowing that you could of had something, but not anymore. It hurts.
i’m upset that people like you exist. i’m frustrated that you can’t understand why you’re bad. i’m bitter because i hate to back away if there’s something i can do. i wish you were gone. i really wish you were gone.
something that i am some times some things just arent what they told me they were going to be and I don’t know why they didn’t tell me, I think I could have handled it if they were just like, okay you know some days will just suck man, and I would be like oh, thanks for being honest person who has lived on earth longer than me, I appreciate that, instead of .esfnadg ;,fs
“Please don’t be like this.” He paced the room while she sat still. “I wasn’t lying to you. I wasn’t hiding anything. I just didn’t want you to be upset.”
Finally he stopped to speak.
“I have a son.” He smiled “How could I be upset?”
I am upset. Not the regular everyday version of upset. Not the angry old man on his lawn level of upset. Not the child who dropped his ice cream upset. Not even livid elf-hating dwarf upset. I am…advanced upset.
She shouldn’t have been upset that half of her family never mentioned her birthday. They were the half of her family that didn’t much like her anyway. She decided to focus on the good. She was thankful for the other half of her family that wished her a happy birthday and the part of her family that she knew loved her.
“You don’t get upset like other people do,” she said. “Something small happens, like a good bye that comes too soon or a door that closes too hard and you retreat into an abyss of pain. A canyon that you always know is there and carefully spend every day walking around trying not to fall in.”
Her lower lip quivered like a child so she put her hand over her mouth and slumped down in her chair. He looked skyward and spoke with upward lilts on all his sentences as if it would soften the blow. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to upset you. Can we talk about it later?”
I was clean. I thought I was. But my head was filled with loneliless. I couldn’t think one straight thought. I didn’t need to. I was cought up in my own world, no way out, no way in. All my life was a lie.
Lately, all he’d been feeling was loneliness. She seemed so far away, they all did. Maybe that’s why he did what he did. Maybe that’s why he acted out in a way he never would have before. But all he knew was he’d hurt her. Made her upset.
She was upset again. He could tell. But unless someone knew her well, they wouldn’t know. The only thing which showed how she felt was the very tiny wrinkle on her forehead, showing her mood – that and the small flame in her eyes. But he couldn’t tell what set her off. He wished he did. It would make life easier.
Upset.
Upset was her name.
In all other ways and in all other days.
The worry is knitted on her brows and she frowns a little bit of sadness.
She wakes up to a frustrated sigh and her ceiling is burnt with stares.
Upset.
Upset was her name
and she stayed the same.
Blubber is the first thing that comes to mind: the shivering of my chin that begins to look stippled with dimples as it crumbles. Upset. Being torn up inside a little is being upset.
The feeling of upsetness is quite unpredictable, and unforeseeable.
Sometimes it’s about trivial matters, and sometimes it’s about serious decisions. The feeling can be mild or strong, depending on the person and the situation at hand.
I didn’t want to lose my mind. I didn’t want to get upset. But seeing the way my town, my state, my goddamn country looked now, I was ready to go completely and irreversibly mad. I wanted to buy a one-way ticket to the other side of the world. I wanted to buy a boat and sail off into the ocean and breathe in the salty air. Anything to get me out of this circus. Anything to keep me calm.
I don’t like this word. It makes me think of all the bad things that happen to people. It actually makes me feel bad inside. I really hate it when people get upset. Especially children. Although, I have started realizing that I can’t care when everyone gets upset
Sometimes I get upset over stupid stuff. I am upset all the time, over every little thing. I am upset I don’t get to do what I want. I am upset that people don’t do the things I want them to do. I am upset things don’t happen the way I think they should. I need to stop being so upset all the time or my life is going to be completely upset.
you’de think i would be upset over him not being able to come to my party, but i was happy because instead i got a better prize than his appearance. love…
upsetting me. upsetting me .. disturbed, perturbed, unsettled, disrupted. i use this word upset when i am unable to describe my emotions, but know there has been a sudden uncomfortable change, when my state of calm and content is upset. when i didn’t like something. and i felt strongly about this thing i don’t like.
Discipline, Perseverance, Time for self. It takes all these to become a writer. Make sure you write every day, each book and article she read has said the same thing. She was so upset that she could not pen down a single word for a whole week !
dont get me started.
u just dont get it
the way you
upset me
dont get me started.
The man was upset with the outcome of the day. All that work, and he still felt like nothing got done. The boss had sent him three more things – clients to contact and resolve issues with – that he hadn’t even touched.
And it was only Monday
oh me oh my
want a peice of mine
i admire your effort
u got big dreams and high hopes
want me to give u the time
u wanna make some time
left u hoping
nothing wrong with dreaming
takes a lot to be me
u dont wana waste ur time
but u dont mind
i admire ur effort
She was upset. He hated when she was upset. His entire being depended on her happiness, and when she was sad or angry or upset, as she was now, something in him changed.
She sighed. “Not again.”
“What’s got you down?” he asked.
Same as always, she thought, but told him nothing — nothing had her down.
Maybe it was stress. Who knows. She was just upset for no reason and it made no sense and she hated it. Too much was going on, too many things to focus on, and all of them frustrating and impossible to deal with. It’s not like he would understand, anyways. Between fake friends and drama in a group of people she was supposed to be able to trust with her life, rendering her alone and miserable, and the stresses of school and everyday existence, there wasn’t a whole lot for him to *get.*
I don’t know how to describe what it means to be upset. It’s not angry, but it also isn’t sad. It’s like you lost something. Something You wish you could gain back. Knowing that you could of had something, but not anymore. It hurts.
i’m upset that people like you exist. i’m frustrated that you can’t understand why you’re bad. i’m bitter because i hate to back away if there’s something i can do. i wish you were gone. i really wish you were gone.
upset is a feeling that almost anyone like. the wolrd would be better if it wouldn’t be in our lives.
Upset.. What to wright about upset.. this makes me upset..
something that i am some times some things just arent what they told me they were going to be and I don’t know why they didn’t tell me, I think I could have handled it if they were just like, okay you know some days will just suck man, and I would be like oh, thanks for being honest person who has lived on earth longer than me, I appreciate that, instead of .esfnadg ;,fs
Strength leaves me and I wipe my mouth, and wipe again, to erase my wriggling lips… My face and my mind churn, frothy, and orifices are stuffed up.
Ky was so upset his show heifer was not feeling well. Fair was also coming up this Saturday and e was afraid he could not go !
“Please don’t be like this.” He paced the room while she sat still. “I wasn’t lying to you. I wasn’t hiding anything. I just didn’t want you to be upset.”
Finally he stopped to speak.
“I have a son.” He smiled “How could I be upset?”
I am upset. Not the regular everyday version of upset. Not the angry old man on his lawn level of upset. Not the child who dropped his ice cream upset. Not even livid elf-hating dwarf upset. I am…advanced upset.
She shouldn’t have been upset that half of her family never mentioned her birthday. They were the half of her family that didn’t much like her anyway. She decided to focus on the good. She was thankful for the other half of her family that wished her a happy birthday and the part of her family that she knew loved her.
My mom was really upset when i broke the lamp. I Didn
I was upset went some mess with my work.
I was upset that I had to do school.
“You don’t get upset like other people do,” she said. “Something small happens, like a good bye that comes too soon or a door that closes too hard and you retreat into an abyss of pain. A canyon that you always know is there and carefully spend every day walking around trying not to fall in.”
I hope, you are not upset, because we won’t be able to meet you next week.
Get in line
Nothing makes sense
And even it if did
Connecting myself to it
Is like yelling at bees
Work, days, people,
More and more perverse
Like a collection of deck chairs
Neatly laid on an ocean liner
There is no imminent saucer attack
I’m in the next room
Whispering to Roky Erickson
On a tin can phone
I tell him I have to go soon
So I can change
Shave
And find my name badge
Her lower lip quivered like a child so she put her hand over her mouth and slumped down in her chair. He looked skyward and spoke with upward lilts on all his sentences as if it would soften the blow. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to upset you. Can we talk about it later?”
Setting up what? A tent?
I am upset at you.You should not me upset at me because I did not hurt you. You hurt me feelings a lot.
“I’m not blaming you – I’m not blaming anybody! Maybe I-… I don’t know,” he buried his face in his shell-like hands and crumbled into sobs.
I was clean. I thought I was. But my head was filled with loneliless. I couldn’t think one straight thought. I didn’t need to. I was cought up in my own world, no way out, no way in. All my life was a lie.
Lately, all he’d been feeling was loneliness. She seemed so far away, they all did. Maybe that’s why he did what he did. Maybe that’s why he acted out in a way he never would have before. But all he knew was he’d hurt her. Made her upset.
She was upset again. He could tell. But unless someone knew her well, they wouldn’t know. The only thing which showed how she felt was the very tiny wrinkle on her forehead, showing her mood – that and the small flame in her eyes. But he couldn’t tell what set her off. He wished he did. It would make life easier.
Upset.
Upset was her name.
In all other ways and in all other days.
The worry is knitted on her brows and she frowns a little bit of sadness.
She wakes up to a frustrated sigh and her ceiling is burnt with stares.
Upset.
Upset was her name
and she stayed the same.
Blubber is the first thing that comes to mind: the shivering of my chin that begins to look stippled with dimples as it crumbles. Upset. Being torn up inside a little is being upset.
The feeling of upsetness is quite unpredictable, and unforeseeable.
Sometimes it’s about trivial matters, and sometimes it’s about serious decisions. The feeling can be mild or strong, depending on the person and the situation at hand.
I didn’t want to lose my mind. I didn’t want to get upset. But seeing the way my town, my state, my goddamn country looked now, I was ready to go completely and irreversibly mad. I wanted to buy a one-way ticket to the other side of the world. I wanted to buy a boat and sail off into the ocean and breathe in the salty air. Anything to get me out of this circus. Anything to keep me calm.
I don’t like this word. It makes me think of all the bad things that happen to people. It actually makes me feel bad inside. I really hate it when people get upset. Especially children. Although, I have started realizing that I can’t care when everyone gets upset
if for every word they had said, a ray of sunshine lit the stage, among these man-made lanterns there would be a star to outshine them all.
but instead, there is only an empty stage
I get upset with my self when I do not think before I speak and I say things that are better left unsaid. I get upset when people leave me out.
Sometimes I get upset over stupid stuff. I am upset all the time, over every little thing. I am upset I don’t get to do what I want. I am upset that people don’t do the things I want them to do. I am upset things don’t happen the way I think they should. I need to stop being so upset all the time or my life is going to be completely upset.
you’de think i would be upset over him not being able to come to my party, but i was happy because instead i got a better prize than his appearance. love…
upsetting me. upsetting me .. disturbed, perturbed, unsettled, disrupted. i use this word upset when i am unable to describe my emotions, but know there has been a sudden uncomfortable change, when my state of calm and content is upset. when i didn’t like something. and i felt strongly about this thing i don’t like.
Discipline, Perseverance, Time for self. It takes all these to become a writer. Make sure you write every day, each book and article she read has said the same thing. She was so upset that she could not pen down a single word for a whole week !